A RACING STORY.

Dominion, Volume 1, Issue 86, 4 January 1908, Page 10

A RACING STORY.

All my life.l have bred animals, and I was orice the owner of ii thoroughbred colt "called Dreadnought,' by.' Muley' 'Moloch.. Ho was good for nothing as a racer. One morning my groom said to me, "I think, sir, I can find a purchaser for Dreadnought." I sold iiim for £15, with tho. saddlo and bridlo thrown in.

At that time Bromloy was a contral attraction for a great many second-class patrons of the sporting world. Bromley races camo on some time after the sale of Dreadnought. Tho noxt morning my groom came to'mo with a look of astonishment, and said — "You'll bo surprised to hear, sir, that our 'oss has won a fifty-pound prize'at.Bromloy, aikl "a pot of money besides forhis. oftner in bots.". . ■ ■ "Won a prize?" said I. "Won a race, sir." "Then it must have been a walk-over." "Oh, no, sir; he beat the favourites, and took in all tho knowing ones." "How many ran?" I asked. "Three, sir. Two on 'em crack 'osses." The names of the celebratod animals beaten by Dreadnought I have forgotten. One of them had been heavily backed at 9to 4. My eyes wero opened at last, and the wholo mystery was solved when James told mo that all three horses belonged to the same owner. — From Lord Brampton's Reminiscences.